My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 423 The Little Warmth of Everyday Married Life 2

Mo Yinhe was still on the phone, seemingly feeling that even the entire Mu Continent was not big enough to contain his son. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Not just the Mu Continent, even if I have to turn the Earth upside down, I will find this child!"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The intelligence officer, curious, asked, "Your Excellency, who exactly is this child?"

Mo Yinhe’s eyes lit up with delight, and in three firm, resonant, and thunderous words he declared, "My son!"

"What?" The intelligence officer was clearly taken aback, stunned. "Your Excellency, don’t you already have four children? There’s another?"

"What, is there a problem?"

Mo Yinhe could stand tall at the very peak of all men’s disdain hierarchy!

Other men make a big fuss in newspapers about having triplets, but Mo Yinhe... he might have quintuplets!

Speaking of strength, is there any man in the world stronger than him?

His moment of glory!

After hanging up the phone, the wickedly smug look on Mo Yinhe’s face lingered for a long time.

The air was filled with the scent of dragon pheromones.

Summer had arrived, the perfect season for procreation!

Mo Yinhe took his wife and children to have dinner at the South Garden of the palace, where his parents lived.

After dinner, he promptly left the four children with his parents to look after, while he took his wife back to the East Garden for some alone time.

The reason he gave to the children was, "Mommy got a nosebleed today and isn’t feeling well, so Daddy needs to focus on taking care of Mommy, and I can’t look after you four. You’ll stay with Grandpa and Grandma tonight. A good child wouldn’t disturb Mommy’s rest."

Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu chorused in unison, "We want to be good children!"

Even Ye Nianbai reluctantly agreed, fearing he would disturb his mother’s rest.

As night fell, Mo Yinhe took Si Mingjing for a walk on the private beach in front of the palace.

The summer breeze was gentle and refreshing, caressing their faces and uplifting their spirits.

Hand in hand, leaning on each other, they watched the white waves wash over the smooth sandy beach under the moonlight, savoring the beauty of the moment.

During their casual conversation, Mo Yinhe, with his arm around her shoulder, asked, "Why did you suddenly think of registering on Bohoo?"

The sea breeze tousled Si Mingjing’s long hair. She tucked a stray lock behind her ear, barefoot on the soft sand, and said, "Last year, when Bai Jiusi was making a big fuss about divorcing you, I felt really upset. Now that I know my true identity, of course, I have to slap back. Do you really want to bear the rumors of being divorced for a lifetime?"

Mo Yinhe’s lips curled up mischievously. "Mingjing, can’t you bear to see me wronged?"

This was about defending her husband, making Mo Yinhe feel touched and warmed.

"So my Mingjing loves me this much now."

Si Mingjing laughed and pinched his waist. "Flatter yourself! It’s not all for you. I want to test Bai Chuanfeng’s limits. She harmed my mother; I can’t let her get away with it. I returned to Earth to seek revenge for my mother..."

"Are you sure that’s the only reason you returned to Earth? Just to seek revenge for your mother, nothing else?"

Mo Yinhe hugged her even tighter and bent down to kiss her cheek. Perhaps what was more important was the reunion with her husband and children?

This was an unreasonable fit of jealousy, but he was jealous nonetheless.

A light taste wasn’t enough for him. He stopped walking. Under the moonlight, he held up her chin with both hands, leaned over, and sealed her lips...

Si Mingjing’s heart skipped a beat.

Irresistibly, her hands found their way to his shoulders, and she rose slightly on her tiptoes.

In her estrus, she couldn’t resist his advances.

And right now, she wasn’t the least bit averse to being intimate with him.

Between lovers, between spouses, isn’t that how it should be: relying on and cherishing each other?

She was enjoying it.

Until Mo Yinhe laid her down...

Only then did Si Mingjing suddenly open her eyes, her cheeks flushed as she complained, "Not here, we’re not savages."

"What does it matter? Who dares to look? The sky is our blanket, the earth our bed."

"Still, it’s not okay."

Si Mingjing insisted on going back to their room, and no matter how Mo Yinhe tried to tempt her, it was useless. With no other way, Mo Yinhe carried her in a princess carry and strode towards the East Garden of the palace, his long, straight legs moving quickly and urgently.

He nearly ran while holding her.

Even if he ran with her in his arms, he wouldn’t find it strenuous; in fact, he felt at ease.

Si Mingjing buried her head in his chest and laughed. "Is there such a hurry?"

Mo Yinhe was not ashamed but instead leaned his forehead against hers, touching it lightly. "What do you think? I’ve waited for you for five years. Do you know how many nights like this there have been? Mingjing, I am a normal man!"

Si Mingjing simply laughed, not picking up the conversation.

The two returned to the bedroom, where the light stayed on until well past midnight.

Mo Yinhe’s long fingers twirled a wisp of her hair around his fingertip, tickling her nose with the end of her locks, "Are you full?"

Si Mingjing, on the other hand, was languid, her flushed face full of satisfaction. She deliberately rubbed her belly and said, "Not at all. I want a midnight snack, like fried rice cakes."

"Why suddenly crave that?"

"Just feeling like it."

Mo Yinhe knew all too well that her habit of craving snacks after being satiated was something she was unlikely to change.

Ironically, he was the one who had exerted more energy, yet it was always she who was ravenous.

"Okay, I’ll have someone buy it for you." Mo Yinhe kissed her on the forehead, picked up the bedside internal phone, and instructed the butler to prepare breakfast for her, then asked, "What else would you like?"

Si Mingjing snuggled lazily in his arms like a precious cat, pondered for a moment, and then said with a craving, "Secretly marinated pork skewers, fat and juicy Mount Ru oysters, Teppanyaki prawns, charcoal-grilled hand-torn lamb chops, grilled squid, garlic scallops with lots of meat and vermicelli, and stinky tofu!"

Mo Yinhe listened as she listed all barbecue items.

"I’ll take you to the night market, want to go?"

Si Mingjing blinked. "Now?"

It was already half-past twelve in the morning.

"Why not? The night market is bustling at this time."

Si Mingjing perked up at once. "Let’s go!"

The two changed clothes and left on the spur of the moment.

Mo Yinhe drove towards the bustling night market.

As a tourist island city, the night market here was more than lively; it was absolutely packed with people.

Especially in the summer, everywhere was filled with the vibrant energy of everyday life.

The two wandered leisurely hand in hand through the night market and were even snapped by some locals who posted their pictures on social media platforms. This meant some night owls, already cooped up in bed and made sleepless by cravings for the delicious night market food in the background, were now also forced to witness this public display of affection—a truly painful experience!

"The fried rice cakes really are delicious."

Si Mingjing held a fried rice cake in her left hand and a secret marinade pork skewer in her right. She took a bite for herself and then held it to Mo Yinhe’s mouth. "Have a taste."

Mo Yinhe bent down and took a bite.

"How does it taste?"

Mo Yinhe touched her head and leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Still not as delicious as you."

Si Mingjing rolled her eyes, stomped on his foot hard, and continued to eat the golden-brown fried rice cakes, so delicious her eyes squinted into a thin line.

As she ate and strolled, she was in high spirits. After walking a few steps, she looked back at him with a smile; under the evening lights, the scene was poetic, reminiscent of finding someone special where the lanterns softly dwindled.

Mo Yinhe’s eyes slightly narrowed.

That image inadvertently touched the softest part of his heart.